Ho, niggas got it fucked up for realSupa thug in my bandannagot my face coveredwatch me roll this quarter ounce blunt,and don’t waste nothin’bitch i know you hate mebut you wont say nothin’me and my AK huntin’since you wanna take somethin’I don’t pay for shitbut i will take the hitpull the Benz outand pull the pin outand make ’em quitdon’t compare me to them coward niggasyou been beefin’ without there swimmin’ in that waterwe gon’ see how deep it getswe don’t drive bywe get out and walk bybodies in the streetyellow tape, white chalk linescame to far to let em blow itright now i’m ready for itrealist nigga in this rap shitbitch you better know it

I just think you better know ityou better know it (x8)

26 inchesA problem, i just bought meThis should be ridiculous,niggas kill for this versachefirst i hit the lightshit the gaswatch me open up my stashi reach in, get my strapyeah, then put on my maskgot a face full of teardropsstill you aint no goonniggas die right here on this blockthis ain’t no cartoonput bulletholes all in ya guccilet you pick the spoton where to let a niggashoot ya assChopper cut ya headhit his leg till it strike outlet him think he made itthen ya knock his whole life outBond money bitchgo to jail, i’m gettin’ right outstop and see my kidsthen i’m on the next flight out